Insecure
I'm unsure. Hesitant. Insecure.
I thought I was ok with leaving cell. I was certain that it was the right thing to do. But I don't know if that is true anymore. Why can't I ever make up my mind? Why do I always end up like a pendulum, swinging from one extreme to the other? Where is the line between faith and blind stupidity?
Stand firm and fight a good fight. Walk away with dignity and leave things to work themselves out. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. And I don't know how to hear from God over the clamour in my head.
I thought I was ok with leaving cell. I was certain that it was the right thing to do. But I don't know if that is true anymore. Why can't I ever make up my mind? Why do I always end up like a pendulum, swinging from one extreme to the other? Where is the line between faith and blind stupidity?
Stand firm and fight a good fight. Walk away with dignity and leave things to work themselves out. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. And I don't know how to hear from God over the clamour in my head.
I quote:
"uncertainty: the birthplace of everything." FergusThis is turning out to be one awfully long delivery then. And the labour pains are killing me.
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